I still remember that summer, when the sun was particularly dazzling, Zhou Xiaoyu met Song Zhao in the corner of the bookstore. After a bad fate, he was no longer alone in the summer but had a follower. Together they caught fish by the stream and chatted under the stars. But the growth train whizzed by, and they waved goodbye at the fork in the road of life. Now, Zhou Xiaoyu is standing on the other side of the old time, looking at the road they once walked together, recalling the summer spent with Song Zhao, and those irreversible past have become the softest memories in his heart.
Intention: Probably
